_Brain._ Bars of brass, and doors of adamant, could not more secure you.
_Wood._ I know it; but still gentle means are best: You may come to force at last. Perhaps you may wheedle him away: it is but drawing a trope or two upon him.
_Brain._ He shall have it, with all the artillery of eloquence.
_Wood._ Ay, ay; your figure breaks no bones. With your good leave.-- [_Goes in._
_Brain._ Thou hast it, boy. Turn to him, madam; to her Woodall: and St George for merry England. _Tan ta ra ra ra, ra ra! Dub, a dub, dub; Tan ta ra ra ra._
_Limb._ How now, bully Brainsick! What, upon the _Tan ta ra_, by yourself?
_Limb._ Commend me to honest _lingua Franca_. Why, this is enough to stun a Christian, with your Hebrew, and your Greek, and such like Latin.
_Limb._ Then ignorance, by your leave; for I must enter. [_Attempts to pass._
_Brain._ Why in such haste? the fortune of Greece depends not on it.
_Limb._ But Pug's fortune does: that is dearer to me than Greece, and sweeter than ambergrease.
_Brain._ You will not find her here. Come, you are jealous; you are haunted with a raging fiend, that robs you of your sweet repose.
_Limb._ Nay, an you are in your perbole's again! Look you, it is Pug is jealous of her jewels: she has left the key of her cabinet behind, and has desired me to bring it back to her.
_Brain._ Poor fool! he little thinks she is here before him!--Well, this pretence will never pass on me; for I dive deeper into your affairs; you are jealous. But, rather than my soul should be concerned for a sex so insignificant--Ha! the gods! If I thought my proper wife were now within, and prostituting all her treasures to the lawless love of an adulterer, I would stand as intrepid, as firm, and as unmoved, as the statue of a Roman gladiator.
_Limb._ [_In the same tone._] Of a Roman gladiator!--Now are you as mad as a March hare; but I am in haste, to return to Pug: yet, by your favour, I will first secure the cabinet.
_Limb._ Must not? What, may not a man come by you, to look upon his own goods and chattels, in his own chamber?
_Brain._ No; with this sabre I defy the destinies, and dam up the passage with my person; like a rugged rock, opposed against the roaring of the boisterous billows. Your jealousy shall have no course through me, though potentates and princes--